Ummm...Was That A Car?

So this post is going to be short. I just wanted to get a couple things written down before I forget. Yesterday I had come back from my morning art class and was working on some things on the laptop, when my roommate and I heard this loud pop sound. We thought it might have been a car but then we heard it again pretty close to our house. "Dude, that was definitely gunshots!" I said. We slowly peer out the door and seeing children and people walking over to the bush area. Arden decided to try and find out what was going on. All I could think was, 'I wish I would have packed a bulletproof vest.' Here is what she found out. A guy robbed some house and the cops were close to catching him then he fled and they shot two shots at him, with a bunch of pedestrians around, mind you. This all happened about 200 feet from our house. We don't think they caught the guy and we also don't think anyone got shot, thank God!

Later that afternoon I had to teach math. I was giving them a test. Being the nice teacher that I am and the fact that their homework grades for the past two weeks were atrocious, I let them take the test home and do it there. I don't know what my deal was but I was in a goofy mood. It could have been the fact that I don't have to teach Thursdays and Fridays so technically Wednesday is my Friday. I was having a lot of fun with the kids. One of the girls in my class, Agnecia, a very sweet girl, went out and bought me an orange! It was so nice. Here, students give teachers oranges and mangos, apparently, and not apples. They actually don't give teachers anything because they are too scared of their teachers a majority of the time. I felt special. I like bonding with the kids because I know even though I am not the best teacher, maybe I could still make a difference outside of the classroom that has nothing to do with my teaching.

Lastly, this morning I hitchhiked my way to the city of Gurue to do some shopping and get online. I was down at the vegetable market, when a gentleman came up to me with a photo album and a picture of me in it. Creepy, right?! A few months ago, I had been in the city when the former President came to visit. I got stuck in the city for awhile and as I was trying to leave, I got "kidnapped", by a group of woman hanging at a bar. "Filha! Anda ca! (Daughter! come here!)" I ended spending the afternoon drinking with a group of feisty Mozambican women and didn't know there was a town photographer, who was documenting our good time. You better believe I bought that picture off the guy! The last thing I need here is all these people knowing how fun and cool I am. I am already hounded by kids all the time. I do not need the adults following suit.

That is all for now. Stay cool!